RRXI: No more Pre Teen Titans. I'm sorry. As soon as the frickin site stops being so anal retentive, I'll repost it. Till then... I really am sorry. Thank you everybody who read it and liked it.

I do not own Teen Titans. Or advil.

Pre-Teen Titans: 11/11/04-2/13/05. R.I.P.

Review Responses:

Poopy Penguin: Was it not hellish enough? Tell me. Thanks for the review, and finish your story! I've been waiting for the next chapter!

Queen-Of-Azerath: And that's why my family loathes AOL. That and they think Bill Gates is Satan. I thought the chapter wasn't too good, to be honest. Thanks.

fourthelement: I just saw your review after I uploaded this chapter. So anyway, yep. That's gonna be big later on. Not in this story, but in the others. This is the first in a 5-part series. Hope I can keep you interested that long.

The Wild Ambition: At least try. I really don't think this story's that good anyway, but I still try. And he's not just any merc... he's a HELLISH MERC! MUAHAHAHAHA! Yep...

Starting now, I will have a quote at the beginning of each chapter from either a charecter on the show, a charecter on a differant show, or a writer on this site.

Quote of the Chapter: "Silver and Black football is king of the hill!"-Bill King at the end of Super Bowl 18

Raven entered the living room to find the usual chaos of breakfast gone. Beast Boy and Cyborg were both playing video games quietly (or as quiet as two teenage boys playing video games can be, which isn't very quiet mind you), Robin was reading through the newspaper for any mention of Slade, and Star was helping him. There was no sign of Carson.

Good, Raven thought. I'm not sure if I can face him after last night... or this morning... or whatever it was. She went into the kitchen, got out a tea bag, put a kettle of water on the stove and proceeded to make her herbal tea. Her head was pounding- either from the lack of caffine or the hellish vision she saw- and she made a mental note to pick up some advil at the store this afternoon. She started to walk to the living room but tripped and banged her knee against the counter. "DAMMIT!" she shouted, loud enough for the whole city to hear.

Beast Boy and Cyborg paused the game and Robin and Starfire looked up from the reaserch at their friend. Raven blushed and put on her hood. "What?" she snapped. "I'm under alot of stress right now."

"PMSs? (so many people are gonna hate me for that)" Beast Boy asked absently, earning a smack from his teammates. Raven glared at him. "None of your business," she growled. A loud whistling sound caught her attention and she turned back to the kettle.

"Um... friend?" Starfire piped up. "Where is this stress that you are underneath?"

"It's a figure of speech Star," Robin explained. "She means that she's got alot on her mind."

"Oh. Such as...?"

"Ask her yourself."

"I don't want to talk about it." Raven said curtly. She dipped the tea bag in her tea absentmindedly and sighed. "But I don't have a choice. Last night, or this morning, or whatever, when I went to take Carson to his room... I had a vision."

"Of what?" Beast Boy asked, suddenly interested.

Raven took a deep breath. "Hell."

The room fell silent, until Starfire spoke up with another question. "I have heard the term 'hell' used by many of the criminals on this planet, but I do wonder... what is this Hell?"

"The home of the damned," Raven said, and added, "My fathers' old hangout."

"You sure it was Hell?" Beast Boy asked, awestruck.

"Gee, it was either the hellfire or the souls of the damned clawing at me that gave it away, but I'm pretty sure it was hell," Raven snapped, her hands balling into fists. She calmed herself and said "I know what Hell looks like, trust me. That was Hell. I don't know why Carson has images of hell dancing in his head, but for whatever reason..." she trailed off, then added, "There's more. Mostly images, but it's still a jumble. I'll let you know when-" she shut up suddenly as Carson entered the room, going straight for the paper.

Cyborg was the first to speak. "Uh... hey Carson. Wanna play?" he said, holding up a control pad.

"I have work to do," Carson said, picking up the paper and walking back out. The Titans exchanged a confused glance.

A knock sounded at the door. Carson put down his revolver and opened the door to see Starfire's ever cheerful face.

"Friend, there is a sale on three week old cabbage at the market of the farmers (a/n: farmers markets suck. I have issues with them, don't ask). Might you wish to accompany me?"

"I'm on a no e-coli diet, thank you," Carson said sarcastically and closed the door in Starfire's face. Five minutes later there was another knock at the door. This time it was Robin.

"Wanna spar?" he asked.

"Sure," Carson said dully. Without warning Robin threw a punch at Carson's face. Carson knocked the blow away and thrust his palm forward in a half second, knocking Robin against the wall. "I win," he said, and closed the door.

2 minutes later... do I have to say it? This time it was Beast Boy. He opened his mouth to say something, but the door slammed in his face before he could get anything out.

Carson went back to what he was doing... which was pretty much nothing, actually. He inwardly sighed. The merc biz didn't leave much room for hobbies, did it?

"Why do I have to talk to him?"

"Because the rest of us already tried. He just ignored us."

"He ignored you, he slammed ME into a wall."

"You don't have to read his mind, Rae. Jus' invite him along for pizza."

"Do I have too...?"

"C'mon Raven, just ask him already. I'm hungry!"

"Perhaps Raven requires a 'pep talk'?"

"Ugh... fine."

That was an interesting exchange, wasn't it? (in order: Raven, Cyborg, Robin, Cyborg, Raven, Beast Boy, Starfire, Raven. Remember that kiddies. Or not) Back to the story now.

The door opened to reveal a very annoyed looking Carson gripping a box of polish, a rag, and his revolver. "What now?" he sighed, exasperated.

Raven steeled her nerves and ignored the urge to run as fast as she could away from the gunslinging teen. "The other are making he ask if you want to come along with us for pizza."

"Not hungry," Carson said dismissively. Before he could shut the door, his stomach started growling loud enough for the people in the book category to hear (this ISN'T a comedy, I just thought that would be a funny line. Back to the story).

"Not hungry, huh?" Raven said, smirking. Carson just glared. "Whatever."

"Pepperoni!"

"Cauliflour!"

"What type of flower is this 'Cauli'?"

"I don't think cauliflour is even a pizza topping Beast Boy."

"Hear that? We're getting pepperoni!"

"Over my dead body!"

"That can be arranged..."

"Put the spork down Rae. I'll handle this. DAMMIT BB, WE'RE GETTING PEPPERONI AND THAT'S FINAL!"

"HOW CAN YOU EVEN EAT THAT! EVER HEARD OF TRYCHNOSIS!"

The waitress stood uncomfortably. "Um... so 1 extra large pepperoni pizza?" Nobody heard her over the arguing of Cybrorg and Beast Boy.

Carson sighed "2 large pizzas, one pepperoni mushroom, one vegetarian."

The waitress smiled. "Friend of the Titans?"

"Buisiness partner."

The waitress's smile disappeared. "I'll be back with your order," she said and walked inside. Carson leaned over to Raven and whispered "Does this happen often?" Raven shrugged.

"Wow," Carson remarked. "I don't think they've even noticed the waitress is gone."

"They never do," Raven sighed.

The shrill scream of an elderly lady broke through Beast Boy and Cyborg's argument. The Titans rushed to the railing to see a man in 'gangsta' clothes wrestling with an old woman for her purse. He finally succeeded in pulling it from her and took off down the street.

"Titans, go!" Robin shouted. The Titans leaped over the railing to the thug, but Carson stayed up there. He pulled an object from his belt and produced a small gun with a round cylinder. A flare gun. He loaded the flare into the gun and took aim at the unsuspecting thug.

Meanwhile, the Titans had cut off his escape and had their respective weapons (Beast Boy was a tiger) aimed at the thug. "Sorry," Robin said. "The purse just isn't your look." The thug pulled a knife from his belt, intent on not going down without a fight.

A loud noise and a bright light caught everyone's attention. The thug turned to see a bright red flare zooming towards him. He let out a scream of pure terror and tried to run, but it was too late. The flare exploded on contact, the thug's body burst into flames and he kept screaming for help. The Titans were frozen where they stood, unable to move, until Carson came down, his revolver in his hand. He aimed and fired two shots, and the thug fell dead, his body still smouldering.

The Titans stared at Carson as the brutality of the thug's death settled over them. His clothes were barely recognizable, his shoes melted till they stuck to his feet. The flesh on his head had been scorched off- only the blackened skull remained, the jawbone hanging loosely from one end, the white teeth flashing in the afternoon sun.

Beast Boy was the first to speak. "Dude... what did you do?"

Carson turned his back on his victim. "Discresion," he said darkly, "isn't in the job description".

RRXI: Too slow moving? Tell me what you think! Review!